I’m finishing a new White Trash book about Callum and Sy. Here’s a preview. This book is for those of you who asked for it, S. and readers who reviewed the first book.
After a few hours with this couple, I’m thinking about the meaning of sex. What we tell a partner with our body, what the vulnerabilities and things we dare in love and sex say between us. And because of things Callum has done: How far our hearts can go in the face of horrible truths.
You belong to me.
He squeezed my shoulders and kissed me. He took my mouth. His lips felt like fever on mine. His tongue pushed into me and shut off my mind. What the hell was I worrying about?
“Show me, Callum. Please show me how you wanted it to be for our first time.”
One thing about nabbing the billionaire’s girl from up the hill to be my bride, I’ve got to train her up right. Otherwise, she’ll be nothing but trouble my whole life. Sy’s got this pretty body with all these curves that go bouncy-bouncy. Correcting her until she learns her place will be my pleasure.
She gets to me with her hungry smile and shy hands, makes me think things and want things I never wanted before. I just meant to get me a bride. Sy’s changing my world. I don’t feel right unless she’s in my sight.
That old billionaire’s going to spit skunk when he realizes what I done. He lost her. She’s mine now. I’m keeping her, no matter what.
Staying with Callum is the most rebellious, scary, and hottest thing I’ve ever done. I still hardly believe he asked me to marry him. He’s my first, and I want him to be my last. But I’m not cut out to be a white trash bride.
I was right he’s done bad, bad things. I don’t know how to reconcile the monster he was with who is is with me. He rearranges me inside, and I mean that in every way you take it. Every part of Callum’s so extreme, it goes on forever. I need this man the way I need the icy water he gives me on a broiling day here in the hollow. And he still scares the hell out of me.
Excerpt from White Trash: Training the Billionaire’s Daughter
A shadow crossed her face. She bit her lip and nodded, like she was thinking something real sad.
“Good girl. Just be good. That’s all I’m asking.”
I raised her chin and ran my thumb over her lower lip. She shook. I looked down her blouse at her deep creamy cleavage. What the hell was I meaning to say?
I crushed her to me. Damn it. I might be going to spend the rest of my life losing my thoughts every time I looked at this woman.
I closed my eyes and kissed her.
Better. Her lips opened to me. When she stayed quiet, when her heart beat with mine, I had all I could ever want in this world.